anguish, curse, hate, pain, Poetry, silence, solitude
In Poetry on January 4, 2008 at 9:29 pm
Walk
by Jonas Hyde
The anguish swells within,
wanting,
needing a release,
I shall ne’er receive.
In solitude I find peace,
in silence I find solace,
but with your voice,
the very resonance of your breath,
my soul is poisoned.
What words must I speak,
what pleas must I beg ‘pon the shattered fragments of our past,
to make you understand?
Our love is cursed by your sin,
and no matter how I heal,
the thorns of our garden wound me e’ermore.
My happiness is not tied to the tide,
nor the phases of the moon,
but instead by each step you take away from me.
Walk,
let the wind blow at your back,
let the sun guide your path,
all I ask,
is for you to let me free,
let me be.
daughter, fear, hate, holidays, love, Poetry, sorrow
In Poetry on December 26, 2007 at 6:42 pm
Holiday Tears
by Jonas Hyde
Eyes open,
as if a rising sun,
over a horizon of anguish,
of sorrow.
“Daughter do not frown,
for on this day
the family is as one,”
he whispers softly.
“But father I weep,
I cry,
not for the moment I have,
but for the time when it will surely end.”
And so it goes,
the conversation once more,
as it always has before,
truth rarely spoken.
The snow has fallen,
and gifts are done,
but the scene is far from idyllic,
framed within the pain of our lives.
Holiday’s eve brought with it,
hurt,
anger,
as every night ‘fore
So I hold her close,
my arms wrapping her
in a paternal blanket woven for a lifetime,
of warmth and protection.
Together we pose,
heads behind the masques of seasonal cheer
hiding simply,
our holiday tears.
